I hope the beginning of this week finds you healthy and happy.
I have been fighting a headache over the weekend that simply will not quit. I went so far as to Google “prolonged headache covid” but the search results tell me I should probably just take an Advil and hydrate.
Roy and I took belated engagement photos yesterday morning. We started at 8am and just 45 minutes later we had to pack it up thanks to the humidity but despite the heat and some natural awkwardness, our photographer captured several sweet moments.
You are invited to match the enthusiasm of our mommas by enjoying the pictures below. I am going to put an ice pack on my head and pretend I’m still enjoying a morning stroll across a beautiful park.
In reality, I’ll be on conference calls.
Such is life!
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I’m currently streaming Black is King, Disney’s cinematic collaboration with Beyoncé. I’ll start off by saying if Beyoncé is not already very much your thing, you won’t enjoy it. Because it’s essentially an extended Beyoncé music video with a very loose Lion King narrative.
I liked it in the general sense because I like Beyoncé. But I’m not sure if I would call it a conceptual success. The official description reads, “The film reimagines the lessons from the 2019 blockbuster for today’s young kings and queens in search of their own crowns.” The themes explored are more mature in nature and a few scenes might be potentially frightening for younger audiences.
If you’re interested in checking it out, I’d suggest having it on in the background while cleaning or doing laundry but it’s not something you need to sit and watch.
Another album I’ll suggest for your rotation is Taylor Swift’s folklore which I’ve been listening to on repeat since it’s release last week.
Taylor’s latest album is an extremely refreshing departure from the stuff she’s produced over recent years. My favorite Swift album has always been Red and musically, folklore is Red’s understated sister. The remote collaboration between her, Bon Iver and The National’s Aaron Dessner on this album also brought a return to her signature emotive chords and evokes a certain seclusion distinctive of the world it was created in. It’s indulgent.
There’s also something distinctly nostalgic about a Taylor Swift release given they’ve historically aligned with the beginning of Fall. Although we’re still several weeks out, I’m already excited for it. I’ve also changed my nail color from a summery pink to metallic brown. I’m not kidding around. Although the temperature change in Orlando is insignificant, there’s definitely a shift in the rhythm of everyone’s pace and the seasonal offerings alone are worth daydreaming about. I’m not like, ordering pumpkin spice syrup but I’m ready to make apple pies.
Speaking of, I made blueberry pancakes this morning. They came out more like crepes. I would try a different recipe next time but I highly recommend integrating homemade pancakes into one of your weekends this month.
Although we’ve casually seen immediate family on the occasional basis, we are otherwise staying in and avoiding social gatherings.
These days, a trip to the dog park and ordering take-out after could be the highlight of our week.
It appears this corner of the internet is getting more activity than usual. In fact, we had 7,000 new visitors last month alone.
I wish I could believe this is because of my individual charm and command of language. However, the stats suggest that it’s because of the vacuum of information documenting Sean Feucht’s antics. Of which there have been many more since we last spoke on the matter.
It appears that since Feucht’s vulture-like co-opting of the Black Lives Matter momentum in St. Louis, he’s returned to the West Coast to feign persecution by way of public health ordinance.
In less than 20 mins, @GavinNewsom is issuing an order to shut down all indoor church services across CA!
What a tyrannical move and drastic overreach of government into our religious liberties!!
He would just be a nuisance to be ignored if he weren’t so exceptionally harmful. His example of defiance is one of ignorance and it mobilizes the followers who subscribe to this entitled hyper-partisan brand of Christian faith.
Regardless of such, Feucht is taking his sideshow to Portland next month to “change the narrative” after weeks of protests and riots.
Do you see what he’s doing here? He’s essentially the worship-equivalent of an ambulance chaser.
Instead of assuring the Church that Christ is in the room with us when we pray or worship privately in our bedrooms, he’s boasting about the amount of bodies he got to come out to sing on the beach. He’s insisting his followers “hold the line” while the rest of humanity bleeds out.
Unfortunately, provocateurs of Feucht’s variety believe there’s no such this as bad press. If they’re getting “persecuted” (lol) by bloggers or the mainstream media, they enter the fantasy of a martyr.
Instead, please join me in muting the man altogether.
I don’t know how else to tell you than very plainly.
But before I get into it, let’s make it clear that I’m not actually struggling.
As I mentioned in my last post, the few things I’m mourning are first-world category privileges. And I’m keenly aware that while I’m grieving reunions and travel, others are grieving the lives of their loved ones. There’s a tension to processing this pandemic and its endless drain while also acknowledging my ongoing employment and good health.
In large part, the security I am experiencing has spurred me to “do my part” by donating to organizations I trust and brainstorming opportunities to feed children who are not in school (more on that to come).
But when I’m dredging through the day-to-day, I honestly feel like one inconvenience short of laying in the fetal position in bed and giving up entirely. This is constant. Each day, I get through what needs to be done and do the laundry and deliver communication collateral, and hell, this week I even pitched article ideas to the likes of Business Insider and The Huffington Post but when I go to bed at night, I know I’m merely cobbling my efforts together while resisting exhaustion and the dread of powerlessness against structures like capitalism, and oh I don’t know, political corruption.
I think Covid-19 took the wind out of all our sails sometimes around early May when it became clear its impact would continue to ripple through the fabric of our lives instead of going away like his Supreme Idiocy said it would.
Speaking of the Spud in Chief, let’s take a look at some of the headlines the USA is making this week: